I am a poor wayfaring stranger 
Lord a travelling through this world of woe 
And I find sickness toil and danger 
Lord everywhere everywhere I go 

I'm going there to see my brother 
I'm going there no more to roam 
I'm going there, ah it's just over Jordan 
I'm going there to my new home 

One of these mornings and it won't be long 
Woa, men will rise and stand side by side 
And hand in hand they're bound for glory 
Their foes will fall on freedom's side 

I'm going there Lord to find my brother 
I'm going there, no more to roam 
Oh, I'm going there, it's just over Jordan 
I'm going there no more to roam